A couple of days ago, as I roamed the streets of Johannesburg in search of subjects and stories, I came upon a group of young black men.
 It appeared they were having a picnic which is not something you see every day. These guys were all youngsters, I don't think any of them is older than about 22.
 I stopped to chat - something just six months ago I would never have contemplated doing. You see, back then I'd have figured we'd have nothing to talk about. After all, where would a middle-aged, c...
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